Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
The living area bleeds into a small kitchen, with dark cabinets and a lighter countertop. Stainless steel appliances make everything look sleek, and again, expensive. Between the kitchen and living room are two other doors and a hallway.
I take a step towards the living room area, noticing relics and old books, things that you wouldn’t dare touch, and a sofa that seems unbelievably comfortable.
There’s an oversized coffee table with magazines and heavy books lying on top, and the end tables are filled with a lamp and more things piled on top. I move towards the large chaise in the corner, with a big pillow and comfy throw, and study the odd sized telescope-like floor lamp that’s next to it before moving on.
One wall is shelves of books, and on the next hangs a huge TV on top of a cabinet that’s bursting with movies.
I briefly register the sound of his keys hitting the table, watching as he hangs up his coat before motioning for me to hand him mine.
“I can show you around if you'd like?”
I turn to him and smile. “This place is so nice!”
“You said that,” he laughs. “And still seem surprised by it.”
“No it's just... I didn't expect it to be so lovely and clean,” I sigh.
“Thanks?” He smirks, and I all but melt.
“Well, okay, so,” he coughs. “Living room, obviously. Laundry is through there,” he points to one of the doors next to the kitchen. “Kitchen, and you can help yourself. I just went shopping,” he laughs. “This,” he walks to the door closest to the living room area and opens it. “This is my study,” he says, and I follow him inside.
My jaw drops as I enter the large room. There are even more books in here! Two walls are covered head to toe with them, and there’s a ladder that leads to the ones on very top. I turn around, spotting an old-looking world map that’s surrounded by huge dark cabinets, and on the far wall is a huge picture window, just like the one in the living room, with clear glass squares letting light in.
In front of the window sits a huge, heavy-looking, desk. The big white computer looks bright compared to the masculine walls and dark wood floor, but the large, cream and tan area rug makes the room look less harsh.
“Should I take off my shoes?” I ask, because the rug looks so soft I just want to feel it.
My reaction amuses him. “Yeah,” he smiles, and there's a delicious gleam in his wide eyes. Mine match his as he approaches, fully aware of what’s coming next. “And this,” he mumbles, tugging at my shirt as our mouths eagerly meet. I slide my shoes and socks off as we tangle together in a kiss that’s even better than the last. His smooth lips are strong, full of need, but soft as they slowly caress.
He eventually pulls back, until I'm almost kissing the air.
“What are we doing?” He whispers, breathing heavily.
“I don’t know,” I kiss him again.
“I have to be with you,” he whispers, gabbing my cheeks, meeting my lips once more.
My hands unbutton his pants as I bite down on his lip and he moans. He immediately starts undoing the buttons on mine, his lips never letting up. I don't get much further before he pulls us closer.
I wrap my arms around him, wanting to feel him, all of him, remembering.
We stop kissing only for him to take off my shirt, before we crash together again. I do the same to him, taking a step back to admire his bare chest while my already unbuttoned pants fall to the ground.
He’s hard, strong, and muscular, breathing heavily, looking at me like I’m the most important person in the world. He eludes power and confidence, but there’s a certain vulnerability to him too. His mouth turns up into a smoldering smirk as he pulls me back towards him roughly.
His pants are open in the front, and his large bulge sticks out, thudding against my stomach. I jump just as he lifts me, and our areas collide. His hands are strong, grabbing onto my butt, knocking us together while our mouths re-attach.
Neither of us says anything. We don’t let the other know how good this feels, or how much either of us missed this, because I know he knows, just as I do. I feel it in the way our tongues lick and twist together, in the way our moans are like big gulps of air, because that's the only way we can breathe, and in the mere fact that breathing itself comes second. The touch of our lips is first, never to part.
He starts to walk and his dick bounces harder against me, pushing my wet underwear into me further. I continue to pull at him, because I can’t get close enough.